I stood, silently watching as the Ruby throated hummingbird jutted it’s bill in and out of the feeder. His wings going at a speed of 200 beats per second, he grabbed his sweet fare and darted off. That is what my summer vacations are like. A quick sashay gathering as much solace, pleasure and nourishment as I can before I settle in again to the pressures of day to day.
This summer I had the opportunity to see three of my four siblings, two of whom I rarely get to visit. One for five days, one for an hour (in an airport during a stop over), and one for a day and a half, I felt like the hummingbird, flitting, but not leaving me drained, but content. Light refreshments at close intervals sometimes do more good than heavy, sumptuous meals.
We are given wings
Not as birds who fly above
But from breath to breath
Linking this haibun to dversepoets.com where the prompt is to write on my summer vacation.